He wanted me there alone and looking small. It was his way of saying, “Look, we’re getting married, and you are not even seeing anyone yet.”
To him, this would be a validation that he was a good person, and I wasn’t.
He wanted a final victory lap, and I refused to give him the satisfaction of it.
So, I decided that I would go, but not alone, with a man in my arms.
I reached out to Felicity, a contact my colleague gave me when I shared that Adam had invited me to his wedding, expecting me to show up alone. Felicity ran a tiny event staffing agency that mostly handled hosts, greeters, and fake dates for events.
She didn’t even blink when I explained. “Do you want a handsome, built body, or one with both?” she asked over the phone.
“I want one with both, but he must have charisma and be a gentleman.”
“Mmh… I already have one in mind, he is devastatingly handsome, charming, and kind.”
I could already picture Adam’s face as I walked in with this man. He would be surprised to see that I am not as alone as he imagined.
Adrian showed up in my life three days before the wedding.
